The Rising Tide
J. Scott Coatsworth has a new queer sci fi book out: “The Rising Tide.”
Earth is dead.
Five years later, the remnants of humanity travel through the stars inside Forever, a living, ever-evolving, self-contained generation ship. When Eddy Tremaine and Andy Hammond find a hidden world-within-a-world under the mountains, the discovery triggers a chain of events that could fundamentally alter or extinguish life as they know it, culminate in the takeover of the world mind, and end free will for humankind.
Control the AI, control the people.
Eddy, Andy, and a handful of other unlikely heroes—people of every race and identity, and some who aren’t even human—must find the courage and ingenuity to stand against the rising tide.
Otherwise they might be living through the end days of human history.
Series Blurb: Humankind is on its way to the stars, a journey that will change it forever. Each of the stories in Liminal Sky explores that future through the lens of a generation ship, where the line between science fiction and fantasy often blurs. At times both pessimistic and very hopeful, Liminal Sky thrusts you into a future few would ever have imagined.
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Eddy led them down the tunnel toward the enemy’s lair. Or at least that’s how he pictured it—like something from an old superhero tri dee. The mountain they were walking under would have a huge cavern entrance in the shape of a skeletal maw, jagged teeth above and below dripping with water—or maybe blood—threatening anyone who dared enter. Dead eye sockets peering out at the world.
That’s how one always knew it was the villain’s lair.
The reality seemed a lot more mundane. There were no markers, other than the subtle bits of world crafting they had found when they entered the tunnel.
He was a little worried, though. This cavern had no side branches either. While that was good for them, assuming the marauders hadn’t sealed them off after they passed like they’d done at the cavern entrance, it also made them easy targets. There was nowhere to hide if they should run into enemy forces coming from the other direction.
The weight of the rock above them weighed heavily on him, as did the oppressive silence.
It took him a moment to figure out what it was. Eddy pulled the others to a halt and pointed to his ear. There it was again. A definite clang clang clang.
They moved more slowly.
Soon the tunnel brightened. A soft glow came from up ahead, lighting their way. After another three or four minutes, he could see the end of the tunnel at last, but his eyes hadn’t adjusted to the new light yet.
They edged up to it. As they got close, he gestured for them to get on the ground and crawl the last bit of the way.
Eddy mouthed, “Sorry.” It was probably hard on the old man.
He moved forward on his hands and knees and peered over the edge. “Holy shit.”
The inside of the mountain was hollow, or had been hollowed out. Someone had filled it with glowing plants, creating a virtual Vernian jungle underground.
Huge stone columns reached up from earth to sky—or in this case, from Forever to cavern ceiling. Above, the vault of it glowed in bright blue patches… moss? Or something else?
In the middle of the jungle stood several enormous trees and a wide lake.
Eddy halfway expected to see a brontosaurus lift its head from the water, or to look up and see pterodactyls flying overhead. There were some birds—seagulls, like the ones they’d recently introduced over Lake Jackson a couple years ago. Strange.
In the middle of it all, near the lake, was a village, if you could call it that, made up of primitive wooden huts with thatched roofs.
There were several hundred people down there in the cavern too—adults and children—each one working industriously and silently, harvesting fruit, trimming plants, building dwellings.
“There’s something wrong,” Andy whispered.
“You mean besides there being an entire hidden world under this mountain?”
She nodded. “Look closely at the people.”
He watched them for a while. Sure, they were industrious. There was nothing wrong with that.
“No one’s talking.” It was Shandra, who had edged up on his other side.
He looked around. She was right. Not a word was said by any of the people he could see close by. Not only that, but they hardly interacted at all.
Eddy shivered, and his hand slipped unconsciously to the hilt of his long knife. “It’s Zombie Mountain.” The weekly tri dee serial had run for almost a decade and was eerily similar to the scene in front of him now. Except the zombies hadn’t been particularly good builders or gardeners. “What the hell’s going on?”
Scott lives between the here and now and the what could be. Indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine, he devoured her library. But as he grew up, he wondered where the people like him were.
He decided it was time to create the kinds of stories he couldn’t find at Waldenbooks. If there weren’t gay characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.
His friends say Scott’s brain works a little differently – he sees relationships between things that others miss, and gets more done in a day than most folks manage in a week. He seeks to transform traditional sci fi, fantasy, and contemporary worlds into something unexpected.
A Rainbow Award winning author, he runs Queer Sci Fi and QueeRomance Ink with his husband Mark, sites that bring queer people together to promote and celebrate fiction reflecitng their own reality.
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